Rosette

The Silver Moon Inn has been a lovely place to Fang ever since he came to this place. Sitting at a table by himself. Fang is a young man with tanned skin like dull bronze. His ash brown locks trail down to his shoulders while those blue like sapphire eyes focus onto the small journal. This time Fang is wearing a grey long sleeved shirt with a set of dark pants that are comfy to wear. His feet are covered by the same set of dark boots though.

On the table in front of him is a small journal that is leather-bound with an strap to keep everything together when closed. Except this journal is open, and writing at a 45 degree angle is a lovely fountain pen that is mostly golden with some intricate designs of fire caressing the pen. At the center as well as on the cap is a certain deep blue polished surface almost as if it is made out of pure sapphire. His handwriting is neat and precise as he writes every word in cursive even though there is no line on the pages. Fang was just chronicolling his first job that he took as a Black Rose member as he finished writing the details when he joined the guild.

’Why is it that you write these things in such detail Fang?’ A familiar voice spoke inside of his mind. Fang’s lips curled to a smile as his optic glances up for a moment. ’There are multiple reasons i can answer to that Azu. The best of those reasons is that i want to make sure i remember certain events of my life. You’ll eventually see what i mean when we look back this page.’ With a few strokes from the pen Fang stopped writing at the end of his sentence. It was slight, but Fang felt there was a hint of curiosity coming from the pen. That in turn brought his curiosity as well. ’So in other words this is like a biography just from your perspective correct?’

Fang would dip his head in agreement, though he corrects her on the biography. ’Not exactly a biography. It is more like a journal. An object where i write my thoughts or whatever it is i think is important enough to write about. In this case i am using this journal to write key events of my life. Hopefully after every job i complete i’ll write them down, and whatever else i deem is important.’ Putting the cap over the pen, Fang reached for his cup of jasmine tea as he savor the taste. ’Am i important to write about?’

The young man sensed the drive for recognition. The desire to know if Azusena was important to him as he was to her. Without skipping a beat Fang answered that vocally this time. Only it came out like a murmur. “Sweetie you’re too important that I’ll jump in front of a bullet for you and I’ll still ask if you were alright. I wouldn’t give you up for anything.” The way he talks is casual yet a bit personal like he’s talking to someone really close. Setting the cup down on the table, Fang looks down at the opened journal before him yet his mind was elsewhere. ’But am i worth writing about?’ She asked once again, though Fang gets the sense that she was mostly satisfied with not just his words but the way he meant them. ’Would you like for me to write about you?’

’I mean… You don’t have to, but I wouldn’t mind you writing about me. Or allowing me to write something.’ Fang was about to say something mentally when something catches his eye...

Kahina has found herself in a very uncomfortable place, it seemed that while looking around for food she had gotten careless for a moment and wandered into a city. Tho this city was very lively at night from what it seems with lights up an down the streets, as well humans seem to be hustling all over the place. She began to panic a little at first due to her dislike and distrust of humans for the horrible things that happened in the past to her and her family members. After a few moments of panic, she had come back to her own senses and made her way over to the closest building. As she makes her way around this city while staying close to the build as if she thought it would camouflage herself.

A fluffy little aardwolf that is fifty-five centimeters (twenty-two inches) long from head to behind, a bushy tail was twenty centimeters (seven and nine-tenths inches) long, and stands about forty centimeters (sixteen inches) tall at the shoulders. All over her body is that of grayish-white fur with black stripes with brownish fur down the midline of the neck and along the mane that goes down her back. Her eyes were that of solid black, as well her bushy tail was solid black in color instead of being greyish-white and striped with black. It also seemed like she was wearing boots on her feet because over each paw and little ways up her lets were solid black too. That was what Kahina looked like, so it would be have been quite easy for her to find somewhere to hide or at least that is what she thought. It seemed that nowhere you go in this city it seemed to be extremely busy and hand many humans just running around, walking, or sitting down talking to one another even on the streets. After a large amount of time of quietly an fast making her way around the city, she came upon what seemed like some kind of large building but its door had been probed open by a door stop. These was the only place she had found yet with a door that was like this so she stopped and watched in for a few moments. That's when she noticed that the door at a doorstop out that kept it open, unlike the other doors that closed on their own that might have squished her if she had tried to get inside. This as her chance to get within somewhere and find a hiding place hopefully.

So she had quickly taken off and once close to the door she had dropped a little lower so that it would be harder for those around her to see her. Even those she had been almost stepped on a few many times it seems that she had make it inside the building and was now hiding by a plant that was kinda close to the door she came in from. Kahina scans the room as she normally does when out in the wild to see if its safe to come out of her home. She noticed that there are fewer people over by the side of this long wooden bar that a bunch of people are sitting in front of it. Tho it's not the best idea or place that she could think of to hide at with the humans on just the other side of it. There is more of a chance for her to be noticed the longer she stays out in the open like this. She quietly and quick moves just like she had before to get over behind the bar and again she was almost stepped on a bunch of time. Once behind the bar, she noticed that there was a human back there and she started to panic again but then looked to her left and noticed that there was a small space under the bar. So she darted into this space, it seemed that she had been just small enough to find within it and to lay down without sticking out. As well there seems to be a cold breeze coming from just right next to her. It seemed that she had found her self next to the ice machine but it didn't bother her and had instead made her feel better. Because it had reminded her of the cool and chilly air of the night time out in the while that she loved so very much.

It was a dark shadow, or a blurry figure. Fang couldn’t really tell as there was something in the crowd near the bar. However it soon disappeared as someone stepped between his sight and the silhouette was gone. “I know it is late, but I don’t think I’m that tired yet.” Raising up his hand Fang pinches the bridge of his nose. Mentally Fang felt the spirit was curious yet couldn’t see. ’I don’t know what you saw so that makes two of us.’ Azusena responded as the pen rests on Fang’s hand.

The young man takes another sip from the warm tea as the sweet liquid runs down the gullet. Gears churning inside of his mind as Fang thinks back on his past. How everything was a bit rough if not harsh sometimes. For there were plenty of times when he had to hide from predators that were hunting, and sometimes Fang had to take down one of those creatures for food and their hide in order to keep warm. Yet all of that changed the moment he discovered Azusena and the fact he could use magic to this day. At first she was just a spirit wandering in the Snowfall Island who was just playing with the environment. Without a care in the world.

Fang noticed somebody walked to a table next to him and started to read a book. Slightly tilting his head, Fang spoke a question. “What are you reading?” Simple question to ask, and he really was curious. It is hard to read the title when the angle doesn’t make letters legible from Fang’s perspective.